Millions died within days, thanks to the Capital. Whole families just burned to death in their own houses with every single bomb dropped in the districts. From one to thirteen, rebels dropped like flies. The Dark Days were a scary time for everyone- no matter what district you were from. Innocent citizens, suffering the horrible stings of tracker jackers. Jabberjays spoiling the rebels' every plan. No one gave up though- everyone knew the capital had its weaknesses somewhere. The fight for freedom would never end; no matter what happened, no matter who died, and no matter who suffered. Districts thought they might have a chance, but everything changed when it happened.
Footage of A deadland covered the television screens all across Panem. The districts gasped in shock, the Capital cheered and celebrated their victory. District 13 was gone. The center of the rebellion- obliterated and blasted off the face of the earth. Rebellion was over, and now the Capital had its chance to make us regret our fight for freedom. Even worse, they do it for their own entertainment.
23 kids die in every Hunger Games. What are The Hunger Games? They're a bloody war of survival. It's all to entertain those brain-dead Capital Citizens. There has been 24 Games so far, each more horrifying than the last. We're all forced to watch, and go through the pain of the Reaping every year from age 12 to age 18.
That's not even the worst of it- my District is sicker than the rest. They are the favorite of the Capital. Yes, I'm from District 2. Career Tributes sent in every year. We've had the most winners in the Games since they started. And I'm a work of this bloody system.
I'm a full blooded Career- thick headed and pompous, a total show-off and skilled in almost everything. Or so my District believes I am. I'm Spark, a fifteen year old from District 2, and this is my story.